Trip to Chennai

Preamble to the tour
The hell let loose, as i call it. The college ends with nothing but a low note with people saying that they would miss me and more of such things but i love that when they say, but somewhere i feel they do really miss me for a second.

Friends can be irritating when u have to leave for some urgent work and they just cling on to u for some kinda weird shopping, then i let it go and try to enjoy shopping with him but without money its not a worhtwhile enjoyment. Then out of the blue i get a call from my buddy Andy and more of trouble in store. "Hey Oracle is coming for placements and they are offering a stupendous salary package" which i crave for badly. Now i am caught up in this lurch with lot of confusion of attending or not since i had to leave to Chennai in the morning at 11am. Then i come back home and seeing my moms face i decide not to tell her (thts whr i go wrong).

Still the confusion revolves around me. I come to my dungeon and do my usual bit of chatting and from no where one my age old buddies come up and tells whats going on in her life and suddenly she breaks the news that she is getting married and again a bomb blasts, the emotional fool erupts in me and start thinking whats going on with my life. Stuck in three different situations which almost completes my life, work, family and love life.

And now again my friend calls up that he has to be operated for some 15 mins by which he would be removed of some kinda burn blister on his palm. As if i was awaiting for this news i get a call from him tht it has been removed and he tells me that he would leave on his own as though i was offering him a Merc to drop him to his room.

Then i call and discuss all these things with my friends( i hate myself for doin tht now). They all give me a bunch of solutions on different matters and again i am lost. Then i decide foolishly that i need a break and can miss this opportunity of Oracle(again i hate myself for taking this decision). Now i have a bunch of friends who know everything abt my life and may be prejudiced that i am one kinda emotional fool who doesnt come out of things in life.

Body
The tour begins, i get into a Volvo bus meticulously cleaned and the driver and conductor decked up neatly to take me to my destination rather a destination where i am just a Sherpa(guide) as i have no hell of work here. The drive is awesome where i realise abt many things in life and conclude that i have always been a disproportionate fool telling people i cant live without my loved ones as though i havent lived all these years. Then i suddenly start singing the songs of MLTR and have strangers around me wondering "Is he going to Chennai to give a concert". I fall in love with MLTR which my dear old friend(AB) had told me to listen to it which i do it after almost 6 yrs. I check out the landscape passing beside me and wish i was away from this country where i would forget all the things of past and live my life peacefully. Its 3pm and no signs of the cool driver stopping for lunch and i dare to ask him tht. And he suddenly stops and i wonder did i offend him by asking for lunch."Their u are sir, for lunch Nandhini Veg restaurant".

Wah i am relieved and gives me a meagre 20 mins to finish my lunch and i hurriedly get out and mom takes 5 mins to get out. We go round the hotel in search of the restroom and finally after a full circle we find it near the entrance how unusual. Then i order for North Indian dish which takes nearly 20 mins to reach my table and their goes the whistle from the decked up conductor I gulp 2 rotis in 2 mins the fastest(probably i wud have made a Guinness world record) mom still trying to finish one and the Volvo goes one full round and comes back and honks like mad. I serve myself with some more rice and swallow it as though i was a buffalo which can chew the food later. Then finally when the DU(decked up)conductor with lot of irritation comes upto me and says" Sir we will be leaving now please hurry" I dont even see him, nodding my head i am gulping more and more. Finally i get up and moms done i wash my hands and run back to my Volvo and suddenly my stomach makes a weird sound of being satisfied and that too in front of one beautiful babe(gulping is too bad). Again i go into the self realization mode and wonder wht is that i seek for in life. Now its been too much of stress to my brain. I go to sleep. I wake up shivering from the decrease in temperature of the Carrier AC which is around 21C. Now i am in Chennai the place to be, i think for no reason just because i am out of Bangalore.I get down and i ask my DU conductor how to reach Anna Salai road and he gets irked as though remembering me for making him reach Chennai 10 mins late(the lunch thing).

Now the journey of the city begins with a Hindi speaking auto driver taking us for a ride. I dont know why i trusted this guy. He suddenly identifies us tht we have come for VUSA purpose(was i wearing a name plate "Sherpa to Moms VUSA"). He persuades me into taking a Lodge in The Orchids Inn where even after seeing the room i take it because its close to US embassy and damn it the rent is whopping 1350 moolah. Now the day is done i go to sleep again ordering North Indian dishes which i am not able to finish more to my moms dismay.

Morning 7 am i wake up again shivering from keeping the room temperature around 24C and the same company Carrier "The world leader" in making people like me to shiver. Enter bathroom as small as dogs kennel. I hit around the commode and tip twice and end up taking something called bath. All's ready for the Sherpa to get into action and take my mom to Saravana Bhavan which is suppose to be the best hotel in city. One thing i understood that people there don't sit and eat their breakfast as a person gave me the reason that the "Sir service section opens only at 12noon". Weird people. Then i drop into US embassy and i am shocked with the number of people applying for VUSA, before i tot i was passing thru a market place. I drop my mom and i get back into my hotel room. The music in my room is playing loud and i am yelling the song and "Knock Knock" the waiter comes in for clean up, I am embarrassed as he gives me a wicked smile. I doubt he was beside the door all the time when i was singing.

Now i take my book out The Rainmaker and start reading and i find a lot of similarity between I and Rudy Baylor third yr law student who is looking for a company to hire him who is a average guy but dreams big. I finish around 13 chapters and again the Sherpa in me wakes me up to get to my duty. Now i take the long route to the embassy thinking that one day even i will come and get into embassy and fly to USA(dreams u c). The crowd is no less over the embassy and anxious faces waiting for their sons and daughters and parents to get the "Ticket to Hollywood".

Then now and their i walk around the security post checking out the LMG(Light Machine Guns) weapons in which I once fired during my NCC days. I feel proud of that now. A white Hyundai Accent of the police catches my eye and i am reminded of a Porsche 911 of the German Polizei as it is written.

Here and their i see people jumping in excitement and some with drooped shoulders and crying. I wonder on what side i wud be after my mom returns from the embassy. Then mom comes out with a weird kinda expression never seen before its not a smile but not a grin face either. I doubt whether she has got the VUSA or not and i ask. Embassy person told tht "i will grant u VUSA thank u ma'am" and mom is kinda shocked as he dint even bother to check the dozens of documents which she had took, probably in raddi i wud earned nearly 50 moolah for those documents. Now i was convinced wht all my friends whr talking abt these days tht its completely the luck factor which counts for a VUSA.

We eat some chappathis and channa sabji on our way back in a small time restaurant and hah its true people sit and eat after 12pm, I understood and I laugh.

The Post Amble

Now its time to check out and i eagerly await for the bill praying it shouldnt cross 2k which will automatically reduce my moolah for shopping. And thank god it dint. Again we eat masala dosa in a small time restaurant and now i laugh again thinking tht people dont sit and eat after 12am as though its a myth followed for years tht u shudnt sit and eat between 12am to 12noon. The best part we leave to bus stand at 8pm and we wait in the lobby, the best i have ever seen HUGE. A ball room kinda where i see children shouting in tamil and adults shouting in tamil i think so. Again i get back to my Rudy Baylor buddy who is going through a rough time as i think i am going through but it isnt, which i realised tht my life is much happier than his. Its all in the mind of wht u think is going around u and if u think u r happy with the surroundings u r really happy and tht i realized whatever the situation is, it shudnt be took seriously but has to be made into a joke on which u can laugh and also include others like i am doing.

Let their be more of real jokes than i creating it out of my situation....
AMEN!!!

The best I can write about myself.

"I negate my dreams always.
I want to be a F1 driver but dont want to run thru the weekend practices.
I want to be a MotoGP rider but dont want to ride in rain or fall on my face.
I want to be CEO of Yamaha but dont want to risk my life with a wrong financial decision.
I want to be a guitarist but dont want to spend sleepless nights composing music.

I want to go all round the globe but dont want to miss my home sweet home.
I want to fall in love but dont want all the compulsions of that.
I want to study all the subjects that interests me but dont want to spend time on that.

I want to write many things about myself but dont want anyone to have any opinion about me.

I want to be and dont want to be..."